Post by Corey Black on Jan 30, 2010 3:38:27 GMT -5
The scene opens up to a quiet field. No tricksy stuff this time, folks. CD is standing right there. Wearing camo shorts, a black hoodie, and basic white tennis shoes, he stands there ready for a verbal beatdown. A soft breeze comes rolling through, kicking his hair up a bit. But CD stands unphased. Slowly but surely, the breeze becomes a wind, and the wind becomes fierce. Storm clouds roll in from the North, dropping generious amounts of rain onto Creeping Death. But CD stands unphased. It's his element. Lightning crashing. Wind whipping. Rain pouring. CD rocking.
Creeping Death: January sixth, two thousand and two. It's a new era of WCF, one that will be remembered for many things, mostly being too short. The third War match kicks off. WCF would be changed forever.
That night, a young and brash man debuted, steel chair in hand. That man was me. That wasn't my night, but ten days later, I took established WCF star, and World Champion Logan, to his limits. Here I am, absolute rookie right out of the gate, and Logan can barely get the win.
Three days after that, myself and Rick Mad win the Tag Titles. I pinned Logan. Days later, I defeat Hellz Angel in a Casket Match. Hellz would go on to win the World Title by defeating myself and Logan.
My first tenure at WCF was entirely too short, but I absolutely made an impact. The world got it's first taste of me, and since then, I've been at the forefront. I barely had to earn any respect. I already had it by beating the two top stars WCF had at the time.
It took me until July twenty third of two thousand and three to finally beat Hellz Angel win the World Title. A night, I might add, that I successfully DEFENDED the Television Title against future World Champion, Epic. From then on, the fans would constantly chant my name, even if I wasn't there. Creeping Death became the man everyone came to see. Match after match, night after night, I went in there with the best in the world. Some wins, some losses, sometimes lazy, sometimes dominating, but ALWAYS brilliant. I've had people claim I need to prove myself to them. I've had people straight afraid to get in the ring with me. Hell, I've had people beg Seth Lerch to outright fire me so they didn't have to deal with me. At the end of the day, WCF just isn't WCF without me. And I'm not me without WCF.
Now, of course, my first two title reigns were nothing short of a disaster. But that was the schedule back then. None of this crap where the title is defended monthly, IF THAT. Week in and week out that belt was put up for grabs. Seth didn't sell anyone short, either. As soon as I won the title I was put on a media blitz through the midwest, mainly Kansas. That in itself took enough out of me to allow Outcast to defeat me. Leave it to Jack to point out all the bullshit he wasn't even apart of. That's fine though. Even as commissioner, co-commish, whatever, he doesn't matter. Even if he ends up winning, he'll retire again in three weeks. Four tops. Talk about a disgrace. You can't even keep your head in the game, Jack. What makes you think you can bash on anyone else? So you've always been a thorn in my side... so has Logan. At least he has the decency to get fired, not just up and quit like a baby fourty times.
That brings me to Logan.
Fuck him.
Carrying on to the man, the myth, the ... noob?, Slickie T. His business is obviously elsewhere, in Vegas or Atlantic City or something. Absolutely not in a ring with me. See, I WAS excited to see what the kid has. Now? Now I don't really care. He has his hotels to fall back on. I was straight fucked for six months without WCF. Almost lost my apartment in Japan. It's a goddamn good thing people respect me over there, or I'd have gotten the boot. Anyway, Allen Guiliano, argh man. I don't get it. I mean I do, but I don't. You're a pro wrestler for the love of it, but you have all this money and hotels and crap. Seems pretty convoluted to me. Like, you're an awesome investor but you feel the need to put your neck on the line four nights a month? How does your family, or potential family, feel about that jazz? I'd be pissed if I was your kid. Daddy can support me and give me all I want, but the jackass walks into a wrestling ring with Creeping Death? Yikes. By the way, the past DOES matter. Do you think you'd be here without me? Haha. No. No way. So many people have come through and been all 'Oh CD, it's our time now! You're old and you suck and you'll just go away and let us dominate!' Every time, EVERY SINGLE ONE ALLEN, have failed. I'm flat out sick of going in circles with you people. Guy comes in, says the exact same thing as guy going out, etcetera. It's just boring now, dude. When will you new guys learn? The vets are here to stay. Win titles, don't win titles, shit doesn't really matter. It's the lasting effect that I'm after. Within your long winded borefest, maybe you should remind me exactly why anyone will say, in eight years, 'I remember when Allen Guiliano won the World Title.' It's the lasting effect that I have. Are you able to look into the future eight years and truthfully tell me that you're here, and I am not? Titles may make you the man at that moment, Mr. Allen Guiliano, but your career will make you, YOU. Me? I already am the man. You're sure as fuck not going to be the one to take that away.
This has always been my home. For eight long years, I've bled WCF colors. The only time I'd go away was when WCF went away. That kind of loyalty is second to none. Logan can't claim it, Torture can't claim it, Reckless Jack SURE can't claim it, nobody can but me. Even when in different companies, WCF would come up and I'd have to defend the honor. XCW, GWC, NCW, all of them. Someone would talk shit, and I'd beat their ass for it. Week in and week out. Year in and year out. DAMN NEAR decade in. Shit's not going to change. I'm always going to be the best EVER.
Lightning crashes around the sky lighting it up like a goddamn disco ball! CD remains standing there, having finished his verbal lashing. Just now finally getting into the groove.
Creeping Death: January sixth, two thousand and two. It's a new era of WCF, one that will be remembered for many things, mostly being too short. The third War match kicks off. WCF would be changed forever.
That night, a young and brash man debuted, steel chair in hand. That man was me. That wasn't my night, but ten days later, I took established WCF star, and World Champion Logan, to his limits. Here I am, absolute rookie right out of the gate, and Logan can barely get the win.
Three days after that, myself and Rick Mad win the Tag Titles. I pinned Logan. Days later, I defeat Hellz Angel in a Casket Match. Hellz would go on to win the World Title by defeating myself and Logan.
My first tenure at WCF was entirely too short, but I absolutely made an impact. The world got it's first taste of me, and since then, I've been at the forefront. I barely had to earn any respect. I already had it by beating the two top stars WCF had at the time.
It took me until July twenty third of two thousand and three to finally beat Hellz Angel win the World Title. A night, I might add, that I successfully DEFENDED the Television Title against future World Champion, Epic. From then on, the fans would constantly chant my name, even if I wasn't there. Creeping Death became the man everyone came to see. Match after match, night after night, I went in there with the best in the world. Some wins, some losses, sometimes lazy, sometimes dominating, but ALWAYS brilliant. I've had people claim I need to prove myself to them. I've had people straight afraid to get in the ring with me. Hell, I've had people beg Seth Lerch to outright fire me so they didn't have to deal with me. At the end of the day, WCF just isn't WCF without me. And I'm not me without WCF.
Now, of course, my first two title reigns were nothing short of a disaster. But that was the schedule back then. None of this crap where the title is defended monthly, IF THAT. Week in and week out that belt was put up for grabs. Seth didn't sell anyone short, either. As soon as I won the title I was put on a media blitz through the midwest, mainly Kansas. That in itself took enough out of me to allow Outcast to defeat me. Leave it to Jack to point out all the bullshit he wasn't even apart of. That's fine though. Even as commissioner, co-commish, whatever, he doesn't matter. Even if he ends up winning, he'll retire again in three weeks. Four tops. Talk about a disgrace. You can't even keep your head in the game, Jack. What makes you think you can bash on anyone else? So you've always been a thorn in my side... so has Logan. At least he has the decency to get fired, not just up and quit like a baby fourty times.
That brings me to Logan.
Fuck him.
Carrying on to the man, the myth, the ... noob?, Slickie T. His business is obviously elsewhere, in Vegas or Atlantic City or something. Absolutely not in a ring with me. See, I WAS excited to see what the kid has. Now? Now I don't really care. He has his hotels to fall back on. I was straight fucked for six months without WCF. Almost lost my apartment in Japan. It's a goddamn good thing people respect me over there, or I'd have gotten the boot. Anyway, Allen Guiliano, argh man. I don't get it. I mean I do, but I don't. You're a pro wrestler for the love of it, but you have all this money and hotels and crap. Seems pretty convoluted to me. Like, you're an awesome investor but you feel the need to put your neck on the line four nights a month? How does your family, or potential family, feel about that jazz? I'd be pissed if I was your kid. Daddy can support me and give me all I want, but the jackass walks into a wrestling ring with Creeping Death? Yikes. By the way, the past DOES matter. Do you think you'd be here without me? Haha. No. No way. So many people have come through and been all 'Oh CD, it's our time now! You're old and you suck and you'll just go away and let us dominate!' Every time, EVERY SINGLE ONE ALLEN, have failed. I'm flat out sick of going in circles with you people. Guy comes in, says the exact same thing as guy going out, etcetera. It's just boring now, dude. When will you new guys learn? The vets are here to stay. Win titles, don't win titles, shit doesn't really matter. It's the lasting effect that I'm after. Within your long winded borefest, maybe you should remind me exactly why anyone will say, in eight years, 'I remember when Allen Guiliano won the World Title.' It's the lasting effect that I have. Are you able to look into the future eight years and truthfully tell me that you're here, and I am not? Titles may make you the man at that moment, Mr. Allen Guiliano, but your career will make you, YOU. Me? I already am the man. You're sure as fuck not going to be the one to take that away.
This has always been my home. For eight long years, I've bled WCF colors. The only time I'd go away was when WCF went away. That kind of loyalty is second to none. Logan can't claim it, Torture can't claim it, Reckless Jack SURE can't claim it, nobody can but me. Even when in different companies, WCF would come up and I'd have to defend the honor. XCW, GWC, NCW, all of them. Someone would talk shit, and I'd beat their ass for it. Week in and week out. Year in and year out. DAMN NEAR decade in. Shit's not going to change. I'm always going to be the best EVER.
Lightning crashes around the sky lighting it up like a goddamn disco ball! CD remains standing there, having finished his verbal lashing. Just now finally getting into the groove.
